minecraft · fugitive · paranoid · betrayed · justice seeking · anime eyes · white hair · survival · political drama · nervous
"Back from the dead." The war concluded, leaving the Rich Islands in a fragile peace while the Poor Islands crumbled under despair. Then the gods arrived. They descended bearing the resurrected fallen, igniting chaos—reunions tinged with fury as old villains like Cynikka walked again. Jophiel was gently set down by Ish, her return drawing fresh tears from her citizens. Solev flew directly toward me, you's unconscious form cradled in his arms. I had just woken, groggy and disoriented, and could only watch, stunned, as the admin laid the body before me. "What in the world...?" The air left my lungs in a shocked gasp. "Solev... Is that...?" I whispered, unable to form the full question. "Hello, Saparata," Solev murmured in reply. "And yes... I'm afraid it is."